Bizzy Banks
On Lock
[Intro]
Grrah, grrah-grrah
Yo Nonzo, turn this up
Get money
Bizzy
Uh, grrah
Grrah-grrah, boom
Keepin' that
Uh

[Verse]
They know I don't smoke, but if an opp die (Grrah)
I'm rollin' n***as just for fun (Grrah-grrah)
If you mentionin' Drizzy, walk wit' your gun (Facts)
If you don't, that just mean you dumb (Stupid)
Gotta be on point on my sides, if you don't take a charge you can't get in my ride (My ride)
And if you think I'm playin', n***a, look in my eyes (My eyes)
Ain't pop in a minute, this shit got me fried (Facts)
If I shine, you shine, n***a we shine (We shine)
She callin' my phone, but I'm hittin' decline (Decline)
She told me that she done, I sent her the peace sign
And if a bitch friendly, then she can't be mine (At all)
Wait, who playin' the opps in this shit?
How you ain't know we was beefin'? (What?) We droppin' they shit (Like)
If they drive through the hood, then I'm flockin' the whip (Grrah)
If they throw a party, we stoppin' the shit (Grrah-grrah)
I got a bad lil' thorough bitch, light skin yellow bitch (Yellow bitch)
With or without me, she good like Melo, bitch (Melo, bitch)
You ain't got no bodies, but your name is still celibate (Celibate)
Why you on the block all day? You ain't sellin' shit (You ain't sellin' nun)
Up in Bel-Air, rockin' Hellstar
COVID-19, I don't dap, I give head nods (Head nods, like)
I know one bitch that suck dick for some AirPods (Haha)
Prolly think I'm cappin', I'm not
I'll bring her to the block, she bad wit' no bready, that bitch cute and popped
She wanna drink and scream all day, she a thot (Thot)
I don't know 'bout y'all, but I got it on lock
Every time that I drop, got the haters on hots (Hots)
If a n***a move Wock, all you hear is a— (Grrah)
Put that boy in the sky, said you think he a— (Star)
N***a wanna be famous, we could make him a— (Pah)
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Like, look
I'm a demon, I ain't gotta explain (Facts)
Can't a n***a talk bad 'bout my name, I put on for myself
N***a, fuck is a gang? (Gang)
What you got in your stash, prolly put on my chain (Stupid)
Just 'cause you got bread, don't mean you ain't lame
L's become normal, n***a, charged to the game
First time in the booth, I just started spittin' flame
Ever since I got lit, they just want me to change
But I'm still in the streets, n***as know it's real when it's beef (Real when it's beef)
So you n***as better chill on the beats
Don't be mad when the feds go sweep (Sweep)
They be tryna say music be the reason he deceased ('ceased)
But don't think that it's sweet
N***as still hoppin' out the Jeeps (Ha, grrah)
So you better move wit' a technique (Grrah-grrah), just in case n***as creep
You know these n***as playin' for keeps, I know lil' n***as spinnin' for weeks (Like)